"You should," Hasi says, prone to automatically enabling anything anyone says that way-- 'might have to', 'might like to', and she'll turn up being encouraging. The question makes her wince with memory, though there's a smile in it, too, wry.

"It was great--grand, actually, until the other night. There's this guy I'm sleeping with, and I really like him, possibly in a way beyond the usual friends-with-benefits arrangement...it's too early to tell, really, but--" She shrugs. "I accidentally poisoned him with my blood. He's okay, but I feel awful that I wasn't more careful."

Hasi pauses.

"And then I found out some things about how he views sex in relationships and his past...stuff--Ilde, you explain that, please, I need to drink this entire glass of champagne really fast."

Collectively, these three have the best coping mechanisms in all of Baedal.